I did something once…

 

~ Sometimes Summer lasts all year. . . ~

 

I did something once and that was finish a story.

A story people who visited threegoodwords back then followed.
And followed.
And enjoyed.

I remember reading those first comments and how I was genuinely shocked: Look! I told those close to me. Look, they’re reading it!  Can you believe it? THEY’RE READING WHAT I WROTE!

I was deeply touched. I really can’t thank you lovely people enough, you know who you are. For without those first readers I would never have continued, never even thought to think that this little story of mine,  maybe, maybe, could be something more. But here they were, reading what I wrote, a few even asking for more…

That was the beginning, that was the story
That became a final draft
That turned into a galley.

And the galley was read. By friends and strangers, by people who had a vested interested in seeing my story turn into A Book. There were long conversations, honest, helpful. There were days of frustration. There was way more editing.

 

~Three Oaks was the only house down Redrock that had its own road sign.~

 

And finally, one day, the whole was The Sun Born Over. Suddenly it was out there. Suddenly it was something more.

The Sun Born Over is an ebook, available on Amazon, which is something I still find hard to believe at times. I am genuinely grateful for an experience I never expected, and a team that was marvelous, despite the ups and downs of (online) publishing. Really, it is quite something.

 

As to my readers who simply wanted to know more of what was going on with Those Two (you know who):

Thank you so much for reading, liking, and commenting, for simply being there and helping The Sun Born Over simply happen.

Really: Thank you.

j.d.

soon

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I know I’ve been
rather absent
fairly quiet
separate
and possibly apart

for some time now.

I have not forgotten you
all you lovely people
here at threegoodwords.

A lot has been happening
manuscripts are being read
publishing is a real
possibility
and as you can imagine
I am thrilled.

What, you’re probably asking.
Who, Where, How, and Why?
So many questions…

The answer’s soon to come.

I just wanted to thank you
for reading and liking
and commenting on
what I put to paper.

I just wanted to thank you
for very simply being there.

Your support is wonderful
and I can’t say
how much it means to me.

I am truly touched.

And soon, soon
I will be back to
writing
posting
and writing some more
regularly.

Have the best of Sundays
j.d.

merci once more

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To all you lovely people
I just wanted to say Thank you so much and Merci once again
for joining and following threegoodwords.

I am truly touched!

Wishing you all a great day (and maybe even a scoop of ice cream :)).
j.d.

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auld lang sayne

candle ii

May old acquaintance be forgot…
What does that  mean?
I know not what.
But I must say
from the bottom of my heart

Thank you, Merci and Dankeschön

for reading, liking, commenting
and making threegoodwords such a wonderful experience,
such a joy in writing a blog.

So here, now, close to the last hour
of this old-young year
I wish you
All you lovely people
the loveliest, happiest, most pleasurable of
New Years.

Have a wonderful 2015!

xx, j.d.

© 2014 threegoodwords

luna declining

To all you lovely people,
Hallowe’en is not far away,
so here’s something small for you to read
before All Hallow’s Day.

Merci for liking,
Merci for joining,
I hope you keep on reading, commenting,
and of course enjoying:
You truly are the best!

j.d.

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Eyes seen in darkness
Scanning
A swish of a tail
A smell of far-off hail
In the air
There
No, there
Maybe…

Echoes howling faraway
A silent silvery back
Glides between shadows
Halting once or twice
Waiting
A shiver, real
tingling
icily
down young spines.

A lone figure standing,
seeing
everything
A glance, flickering
Shadows enveloping
the seven, hiding
Six disbelieving
Waiting in suspense.

Gasping, a whispered shout
Did you see?
Did you see!
A hand cupped hard over a mouth
A fierce whisper
Shut up!
Heartbeats racing
Silver bullets
waiting
for the ancient terror
lingering
In the dark of Night.

The howl so sudden
So close
No!
Shut up!
There!
RUN!

Screams piercing the night
Gunshots exploding
bright flares
in darkness
deeper
louder
Howls and Screams
Growling
too close, too close!
Confusion
Terror
Irrevocable understanding

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

I told you! I told you!
I TOLD you it’s there!

Crimson spreading
dripping
the scent intensifying
leaving a trail
Cursing
Crying
Prayers flying
From sputtering, trembling lips
This can’t be –
They’re myths –
They’re just make-believe!

We can’t, we can’t!
We must.
But that’s blood!
That’s real!
That’s a bite!
I don’t care, get inside
Get inside
GET INSIDE!

A scramble,
A struggle
back into the secure cabin
doors slamming
tires screeching
Lights fleeing into the night.

Luna declining
Silver fur gliding
Under old shadows
Into the vast Night
A moment of silence
before dawn, rising
A dim flash reclining
into misty worlds of silence
ancient spells
alive, living
Alone in the dark of Night…

© 2014 threegoodwords

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